Thursday, October 2, 2008

Safety Meeting

We've exhausted our gallery slash bookstore slash snooty chachky store options, it's raining sideways and we find ourselves bellying up to the bar at Grumpy's ordering a couple of schooners. Just as we're settling in to watch the BSU/Ducks game, the guy next to me yells "Safety Meeting" and everyone runs outside....including a few tourists.How safe can it be when it has so obviously become part of the everyday lexicon?